The ghost is going
down smooth
spirits invoke
spirits, there’s no
telling when
the muse will come
she’s such
a fussy lover
I can labor here
for hours
though I really can’t complain
I could relish her taste
for hours
until she comes
in colors mostly
take life slow
life is anything
that doesn’t involve
the outside
looking in
am I being too obscure?
let me make it plain
life is you and me
on a raft afloat
clinging to
forever
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
